About a month later, 12/23/1987, Brooklyn, New York
June's point of view
December. I love this month, especially when it starts snowing like it has been this past week. I think snow is peaceful and beautiful. However, this past month has been quite lively, I have to say. Jer and I came back from Richmond the day after we found Anna. I needed some rest, so Jer suggested we stayed the night at the hotel. I was surprised to see that I slept well that particular night. It's like when I saw Anna and had the opportunity to talk to her took a weight off of my shoulders. I felt a bit better after that, but my insecurities were still here, and I knew for sure I needed some help.
When we got back to New York, Janet was still there, and she was happy to see me, just like I was happy to see her. Michael and her look so alike that it was like I had Michael in front of me, and God knows I missed him like crazy. It's hard to be away from the person you love, really. We were just at the beginning of our relationship, and it was hard for us to be away from each other. Fortunately, as Michael liked to say, he was just "one phonecall away", and it was true. Every chance Michael got, he'd call me, and we stayed hours on the phone, just talking to each other and enjoying each other's voice. In the first place, I didn't want to tell him everything that has been going on while he was away, but Janet and Jer told me I should tell him, and I did. The thing is, I didn't tell everything. Maybe I missed some minor details about what happened, like the fact I beated the hell out of Anna when I saw her. I really didn't want to tell him this. Michael is a pacifist kind of man: he is against any form of violence, and he doesn't get why people get violent. Just listen to "Beat It" from the Thriller album, and you'll understand. Trust me, I used to think the same thing, and I still don't know what got into me to do such a thing to Anna, really. I mean, I trully hated the girl for eveything she's put me through these past few weeks, but it's not like me to be this way. I also didn't tell Michael how I felt mentally speaking. I didn't tell him about these crazy hallucinations I had, because I knew if I told him he would freak out, and maybe leave me, and he'd worry. This was the last thing I wanted. Anyway, Janet adressed me to her personal therapist, Amber Jones. Yeah, Jones. The same last name as Beverly and Quincy. To be honest, I never made the connection until that moment, when the therapist introduced herself to me. I've been talking to her ever since I came home from Richmond, and she's really helping me to get through all my problems. Of course, Michael knows I'm seeing a therapist. He thinks it's a great thing for me to speak to someone who doesn't know me and who has an objective point of view to my situation. He wanted me to talk to his personal therapist, but he's a guy, and I feel more comfortable talking to a woman.
A lot have been going on in merely a month. Seriously, it's crazy how things evolved. Let me tell you about everything.
After Anna's confessions about what happened between the two of us, I got even more curious about the whole situation. I wanted to know if she was telling me the truth, and that there was actually someone behind all of this. So, Jer and I thought it would be a good thing to follow her, so we hired a taxi driver to follow her car. You know, like in those movies where the guy hops in a taxi in a rush and asks the driver to follow some other car with a bad mean guy in it?
Anyway. We followed her, and we realized our plan was going on perfectly. She led us to her mom's house. We noticed this black Mercedes parked in front of the house which wasn't Anna's mother's car, so I came to think it was her boyfriend's, the man who wanted to ruin my life. We waited for hours until the man came out of the house, but the surprise was huge. A cigar in his mouth, Frank DiLeo hopped in his car, and disappeared in a few seconds. I was shocked, but not completely. I should have figured out that the only person I knew that didn't want me and Michael to be together was this freak. I scolded myself for not thinking about it earlier. Then it hit me. Anna did tell me the truth. I belived her, because I knew how sick Frank could be.
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[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day
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